I'm dragged back to when I stared 10 years ago
Back when I loved the color red
Back when I was the poet and you forever stayed as the poem
Back when I used to stay as a writer and you forever danced in my words.
You forever stayed, danced, played and made me cry with you but never left
The stories and the films I made, that made you the script and words I could never replace
Back when I used to cry with the words and laugh with the scenes
Back when I used to long for your comments on my stories
I never thought I would wish to die remembering those moments that I used to cherish so much
I hate myself for drowning back where I curled myself up from
The dirty crusty mind that I hate and still do but you made me want to love them all over again
I don't want this anymore I hate to say it out loud that I hate you cause I can't hate myself
I love myself but I don't know if its true
But I want to hate you but I can't and that is making me hate you all over again
I want to go back but can you tell me not to?
YOU ARE READING
Words She Kept Under My Pillow
PoetryI looked at the butterflies surrounding my body They floated in air and smiled and decorated my skin with their wings They took flight with me in their arms I know its too unrealistic to be true They feared that fire might englobe me whole and ta...
